Of Crimson, Tigers, and Birdwatching

phantom-thief-kid:

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“Sounds like an idea.” KID headed back in. He crawled back onto the bed and sat crosslegged on it. “So, what do you wish to know? I can’t tell you everything, as I am not sure of most of it myself and there are some secrets that aren’t prudent to reveal, either of mine or other peoples’.“

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"That’s fine, I’m used to you not giving me much-”  Hakuba said as he closed the balcony door. “-information, I mean… But what is this riddle you’re talking about? Murders and… whatever else you were saying. I understand that you can’t turn your back on the situation, and I definitely wouldn’t advise you to, but… Well, why are people expecting you to handle death threats and murder in the first place?”

The detective was legitimately concerned about this. KID was adrift in the safe harbor that was criminal- but not exactly… dangerous per se, or rather, certainly not violent… but getting involved in murders when one was not a detective or member of the force certainly was. Being on the wrong side of justice there was certain to lead to bad ends, even if KID remained completely innocent. It would be far too easy to be in the wrong place at the wrong time… and how would Hakuba protect KID from that? He was having enough trouble trying to figure out how to prove Hattori innocent, let alone an actual criminal like the phantom thief.

hannah-shikari:

The little pup’s head raised at the somewhat familiar tongue the male was using. He wasn’t stupid, having been trained since he was small. Warily sniffing at the offered hand, the small pup decided that maybe the stranger wouldn’t hurt him. Maybe he could take a break, he had been out for a while and a bit of a petting would be nice. Jumping at the chance, he placed his front paws on the male’s knees and leaned up to lick his face in happiness as his tail wagged back and forth. It seemed as if the dog have forgotten its little ‘mission’ as well as the idea of going home just for the moment.

“Akio! Akio!” of course, it wasn’t the same for his owner. Looking over the fence to see if she might spot the little troublemaker before she would have to return home. Part of her wondered just what is it that could have made the hyperactive dog run off like that, he was usually so well-behaved at home and it worried her immensely. Deciding that thinking too much about it would only cause unnecessary worry, she quickly shoved the train of thought into the back of her mind.

Honestly, where could you go?“ tongue switching into English out of habit, finding just the tiniest bit of comfort in using the more familiar language. Now if only she could find the little troublemaker, then all her worries would disappear.

Pets were freely given to the beagle, and Hakuba couldn’t begrudge the animal for sneaking a kiss or two. That tail wag was something he’d missed from his own dogs, who were unfortunately still in London. He rubbed his hands over the shoulders and neck of the dog, with spared scratches and rubbings for the ears, and took the collar and tag in his hands. It listed the dog’s name, Akio, but nothing else. Hm. 

"Well, love, it looks like you’ve got an owner, but no phone number. I can’t take you inside or Mum will come up with some kind of a scheme to get you home, so…” The detective reached to the tie around his neck and loosened it, then pulled the silk fabric from around his collar. 

“I don’t think we have any spare leads, so this will have to do. Try not to bite it too awfully much, please?”  He threaded the tie around the collar and tied a secure knot. He’d have used his belt, but it was likely that it wasn’t long enough. Gripping the other end of the tie, he looped it once around his wrist, then stood up straight. It was a short lead, but about regulation size for show, and would have to do. 

“Come along, Akio… let’s take a little walk and see if we can’t find your master.” Hakuba once again clicked his tongue, then headed off to leave the grounds and get out onto the neighborhood sidewalk.

Hate Date in Osaka

meitanteiosaka:

“Helps on a few,” he admitted. “Don’t run inta many people who speak th’ language, though. An’ since I work local, ain’t many cases where it’s necessary.“

The conversation was pretty much over after that. The restaurant owner couldn’t think of a reply to all that information, and looked somewhat stunned at the knowledge one of his regulars possessed. Heiji continued to drink his tea, slowing his pace so that he’d finish at the same time as Hakuba. He then pulled out his wallet and paid for his own meal, just as he’d promised, before saying goodbye and slipping outside to wait for the Brit.

"So, didja still need help ta find th’ library, or d’ya remember how ta get there?”

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After thanking the owner and paying his dues, Hakuba caught up with Heiji. He hummed thoughtfully, whisking his mobile from his pocket, and pulled up a navigation application. “I believe that I can get there from here on my own, between this and your earlier instructions…” he answered honestly, then looked back at the Osakan.

“You’re welcome to come with me if you like, but I worry that I’ve already taken up far too much of your time, Hattori-san… Thank you, again, for helping me out and, ah… letting me yell a bit." 

Sheepish, but pleasant enough, Hakuba extended his hand for a gentleman’s handshake. Without even waiting to see if Heiji wanted to go with him. 

askkudoushinichi:

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“It’s actually just around the corner,” he answered quickly, waving his hand noncommittally in the direction of the restaurant before continuing the conversation.

“I guess I don’t really have that same ambition but I still get it. You want to be better than other people, right?” he concluded. “But more importantly, you want to impress people. It’s about your reputation. You want to look good because that will make your father look good too.“

Hakuba didn’t act like a selfish person so his need to succeed didn’t really make sense if he was doing it for himself. His father, on the other hand, was a powerful man in the police force. Any action Hakuba took would reflect on his father, for better or worse.

"I think you’re doing a great job, so you should probably stop worrying about it so much.”

“Ah…” Such praise from his senpai. Hakuba rubbed the back of his head, combing his hair with his fingers in embarrassment – but at least it was the good kind of embarrassment. “Y-yes… I suppose that sums it up nicely, Kudou-san… Thank you very much for the high compliments." 

It was true, to, at least as far as Hakuba was concerned. Doing well honored his father and helped to set himself apart… in a way that made it less about his mixed heritage and more about how much he was legitimately better. 

Truly, Kudou-san was a most masterful detective to have figured that out, indeed. 

"Ah, speaking of fathers… How are your parents? I must confess that I’m a great fan of your father’s novels…”

Rereading

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Mum and papa Dad wouldn’t stop bickering at the table so I excused myself and hid in the study, doors locked. It’s ridiculous, I know, but they’re so persistant that I’ve had a near-constant headache since she got here. Don’t misunderstand me, I love my mum – dearly – even with all of her meddling. They just can’t stop picking fight after fight. It’s almost as bad as Hattori-san and I. But at least we’re still children, not full-grown adults. 

I told Baaya that I had cases to work on, which I do… but instead I’ve been rereading the James Herriot books. I think I can get away with it so long as I get back to work once everyone else has retired for the night…

Life continues to get more complicated. I have a date this week (arranged by mum, of course), KID has somehow managed to get tangled up in mythological nonsense, Hattori may or may not be legitimately psychotic, the charity benefit may be in danger, and I don’t know where I fit in anywhere.

All I want to do is read about the countryside. How long is it until Paris, now? I hope that the trip won’t be called off due to some unforeseen tragedy (which seems to be more and more likely these days). 

I miss Kaito-kun… but I don’t dare call him, not while everything is so ambiguous. I’ll just… keep reading.

hannah-shikari:

“Akio! Where are you?!” it was difficult to get her to panic, so used to being the one who needed to keep a level-mind. But when it involved her beloved canine partner, she couldn’t keep her calm as she made her way around the unfamiliar neighbourhood. She should have maybe paid a bit more attention to where she was going with how bad she was with directions, but she couldn’t concentrate as panic enveloped her heart.

Comfortable shoes be damned, she didn’t care that she was running around in an uncomfortable pair of flats or the fact that she would eventually end up with blisters and scratches by the end of the night. She had dashed off the moment she found out that the dog had ran off fifteen minutes before she came home. With her brother combing the other side of the neighbourhood, she had quickly shoved on a pair of shoes before running off with her cellphone in her pocket.

She took quick notice of how late it had gotten, almost time for dinner and she still hadn’t found the small bundle of joy. From how her cellphone hadn’t rang, it wasn’t hard to guess that her brother hadn’t found the lively dog nor had he came home since her mother would’ve called and told her to come home. Sighing to herself, maybe she would make one last round through the neighbourhood. Maybe her beloved canine partner had gotten into someone’s house by mistake, or got stuck in someone’s yard ornaments again.

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“Young Master…?”

Hakuba looked up from his book in the study to see Baaya, wringing her hands together. She was a fretter by nature, which is probably why the pair of them got along so famously, and it only took him a moment before he, too, felt anxious. “What’s wrong, Baaya?”

“There’s a dog on the lawn.”

The detective blinked and pulled himself up from the lazy lounge he’d taken to a formal sit. “A dog?”

“Y-yes. And it’s digging up your mother’s flowers.”

Hakuba frowned. “Have you tried shooing it away?”

“Yes, but it seems rather determined.”

“Can you physically move it? What kind of dog is it?”

“It’s a… a hound of some sort?”

“How big?”

“Big…ish…" 

"All right, all right, I’ll take care of it, Baaya." After a sigh, Hakuba marked his place in the book and got to his feet.

The woman was wonderfully good at many, many things, but when it came to strange or wild animals, she was wary. Understandably, but that meant that Saguru often had to step in. Especially as all of the other house staff were terrified of anything that scurried. Silly. 

"Is it just out front?”

“Yes. Ah, be careful, young master!”

Hakuba let himself out, quick to close the door behind him to prevent any such animals from getting inside, then set to investigating. It didn’t take long, though, to find the beagle overturning the yellow tulips. He smirked. A beagle? Baaya was scared of a beagle. 

The detective moved around, calmly, slowly, and crouched nearby, holding a hand out loosely in case the dog wanted to sniff his hand. “Oi, pup,” he called in English, smile fond. “You can’t be digging around in the flower bed, my mum’ll be quite cross, you know? Oi, come here, then, love. Let’s see if you’ve got any identification on you.”

He whistled and clicked his tongue, then patted his lap – something that had always been quite effective on his own animals.

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Moonlight Visitor

themoonlightthief:

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Of course Hakuba would say something like that. It didn’t surprise the thief in the slightest nor did it do anything to stop another flash of concern from flickering across his face.

“So you say. But I would advise you to not underestimate the power of nightmares, detective,” he said quietly, fixing a serious look on the taller teen. “Or lack of sleep.“

He knew perfectly well the risks of working too hard and not having time for sleep and, he assumed, what with Hakuba’s own occupation, the same kind of dangers applied to him as well. Being unfocused and losing concentration – especially during a critical point in a risky situation – and more was not something to underestimate.

…He looked exhausted.

"Have you tried sleeping pills? They might at least keep the dreams away for a while.”

Hakuba frowned. He’d said too much. The last thing he wanted was for KID to worry about him. Actually, that wasn’t true, but he certainly didn’t want to burden the thief with unnecessary drama. 

“Mm. I’ll, ah, try that. Thank you." 

The detective stifled a yawn and hesitated. Kaitou was concerned, or at least was doing a good job of making it seem like he was. So he laughed, tired but amused.

"Since when do you take delivery requests? I thought stealing was your modus operandi. Don’t tell me that you’re really just a marshmallow under all of that fine silk.”

phantom-thief-kid:

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“Yeah, fine… I’m home alone for a while, anyway. My mum had a trip with one of her friends. Honestly, I’m waiting for her to have me return some more of her old heist stuff, regardless of whether or not she is here or off traveling…” He trailed off. No need to elaborate on Phantom Lady being his mom. Not yet, anyway.

Kaito fiddled with the ring gingerly, trying not to irritate it too much. “It’s fine, Hakuba. It is probably more because of how it’s fitted to my human form. It hurts now, so I’m thinking it’s too small for that form.“

"Lions… do have rather large toes.” Hakuba cleared his throat with an awkward cough, looking back to the desk and the deer leg. That didn’t explain why Kaito was actually wearing the ring. Yes, he’d given it to him, but… He shook his head, anxious. “I- ah, could…”

Think about it carefully, Hakuba. Mother in town. Charity benefit very soon. Kaito turning into a prowling lion. Wearing that ring. Killing deer. And so many unanswered questions about where they stood. Plus, well, they were alone together in Kaito’s bedroom, with Kaito was still blood stained and naked. Hakuba rubbed the back of his head.

“I’ve been doing research. I can gather necessary containment supplies and, ah, volunteer to… stay with you, if that…”  It sounded stupid as he said it. Foolish. Kaito shouldn’t be alone, but why would he want the detective to help? “Rather, I can help with supplies and contingencies if you have someone in mind to stay… To make sure that you don’t get into trouble until this mess is sorted out…” He frowned. “Do you, ah… are you comfortable in all that blood, Kaito-kun?”

An Email from Mother || akaikujixyaku

akaikujixyaku:

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Emi’s plans were never made very much ahead of time, so when she tried to run through her calendar for the week, nothing came to mind, “R-Right, Marion, I’ll remember that, eheh, I’m pretty much free all week…" Sweet girl, Emi dear, this lady sure seemed to know a bit more about the young journalist than she knew in return. But then, she’d probably done her research (and with a husband like that, her reach would be pretty far). Had she really been that impressed with the articles she’d done for local magazines? It wasn’t as if she’d been able to tie the Scarlet Feather publications to her… Right? Right.

It was still funny that she would be the one chosen for this, though. Shucks. (Emi seriously didn’t think she was nearly as charming as this lady believed).

"O-Oh, Miss Marion, are you—?" She was already off the line. Thank god she wasn’t in the same room as these people right now, because as soon as she realized that she was actually putting Saguru-sama on to discuss this (crazy, wild, amazing) unexpected plan, she turned red from underneath her cheekbones all the way up to the tips of her ears. "Eh, Hello?”

There was a moment more of silence before some shuffling and then, finally, “Ah- hello.”

It was the young detective himself, holding the phone against his ear while Marion lingered very close by, watching his every move. Hakuba held back a sigh of despair, pulling the corded phone a little further from the receiver so he could straighten up into a more comfortable stand.

“Himura-san? Ah, thank you for taking time out of your schedule to speak with me… Ah, please, allow me to first apologize for the, uhm, unusual nature of this… ah…”

Saguru! Just talk to her! It’s NOT THAT HARD!" Marion hissed at him in a whisper loud enough that most of the household could hear it.

Hakuba rubbed at his forehead wearily. "Are you available tomorrow evening, perhaps? I should very much like to take you out about town if.. ah, if you’re interested…”

Of course she’s interested! That was the whole point of the email, Saguru-chan!”

“…Ah, if you’re interested, Himura-san.”

phantom-thief-kid:

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“Oh, I’m fine.” He laid back, crossing his legs as he did so. Well, that was a relief. He didn’t kill anyone, at least as far as he knew.

“So lion me considers you territory?” Kaito grinned slightly. “Still, you’re right. This is really, really bad, especially since I am not sure about when I keep transforming. And you’re taking this rather well, Hakuba…"

This was really starting to bug him. It was a rather bizarre juxtaposition, Hakuba fainting when he found out about Kudou, yet seeming entirely together and a little too damn calm when his friend turned into a fully grown lion.

Too damn calm was right. Hakuba blinked, tilting his head at Kaito’s last statement. “Ah, well… there’s work to be done and shutting down won’t help anything.”  The detective bit his lip. 

“I suggest that you not be alone for the time being, as you don’t seem to be yourself as a lion, claiming me as territory aside…  Ah, speaking of which, the, ah, the ring?” Hakuba flushed. “The, ah, lion didn’t… seem to like it.. And, ah, had I known you were actually going to wear it, I would have gotten something a little more practical… Ahm.”

At least the formally too-calm detective had returned to flustered embarrassment.